My Life as an Earthworm — K. Osborn Sullivan

There are three things I'm sure about: 1) I don't belong in a frozen lake wearing nothing but a Speedo. 2) Everybody wants to fit in somewhere â€" even if it's with crazy people. 3) Holding a bake sale might sound like a ridiculous waste of time, but it's better than staying in a crappy motel. My name is John Regan, and those are a few of the things I learned when I was in seventh grade. It was a weird year, starting when my dad got a new job and we had to move to Chicago. I expected to be a friendless, pathetic earthworm at my new school, leaving slime trails in the hall for more popular kids to slip on. But I didn't expect that my bizarre grandmother would move in, a creepy kid would stalk my house, my teacher would be a vampire, and the girl I'd have a crush on would act like boys are the enemy. And what I really never expected was that it would be a blast.